The people of our city are holding on by a thread. Time has run out. Can we survive another night? And who can we depend on? Only God knows.

Candor is the only way I know how to do it. I'm way too old to change. At the end of the day, I believe the truth is stronger than any lie that's out there.

Basically, the start of my thinking process is: 'OK, if you didn't have to worry about re-election, what would you be doing?' That's kind of how I'm starting to think.

This economic pie that is getting ready to explode before our eyes is going to be shared equally.

The people of our city are holding on by a thread. Time has run out. Can we survive another night? And who can we depend on? Only God knows.

They're feeding the people a line of bull, and they are spinning and people are dying.

It's all right. You guys in New York City can't get a hole in the ground fixed, and it's five years later, so let's be fair.